Sword of Coming Chapter 216

Zhang Shanmu sent two scholars to the opposite wing, stood in the corridor, reached out and took a small amount of rain. After weighing it, he returned to the house, closed the door, and used the dry one. Hand, took out an ordinary yellow paper plaque, Zhang Shan whispered: "There is a problem here, the rain is quite 'gloomy', it is likely to contain suffocating, the path of this symbol, called the fire burning 煞It's very common, but it's widely circulated because it's the most aware of the existence of suffocation...”

The young Taoist fingers clasped the paper, silently recited the spell, and then the hand that was wet to the palm of the hand swiftly posted, the yellow paper symbol slammed in the palm of Zhangshan's palm, and soon turned into ashes, and the young Taoist face was dignified. The ashes are scraped into the brazier.

Chen Ping asked: "How much is this charm?"

Taoist Zhang Shan did not feel surprised at all. He replied earnestly: "These kind of charms are not influxed, such as the officialdom, not the clear stream. It is the same reason. Therefore, the price is low, the cost is only a yellow paper, plus one lower five. The martial arts martial arts transcripts, a snowflake money can buy nearly 30 burnt plaques, converted into silver, that is, one or two silver, one is not expensive."

Chen Ping nodded.

Regarding the character, he once saw the mystery of the broken-breaker. At that time, he was enchanted by the female ghost on the mountain road. Everyone walked on the "Huangquan Road" and fell into a dangerous situation like a ghost wall. Lin Shouyi took control of it. Zhang belongs to the broken character of Shanshui, leading everyone to move forward.

Later, in the Luozhushanlou, Li Xisheng painted the word "character" on the wall of the bamboo building, and the word became a symbol. In fact, it belonged to a very high degree of accomplishment and realm. In the end, he gave the book to Cui Ping, a Taoist literary entry book. A large amount of paper with different materials. Of course, there is also the "Wind and Snow Cone" pen, which makes Chen Ping if you want an urgent note, you don't need a lacquer ink, you can open the pen cone at the tip of the pen.

However, Chen Pingan turned over and over and carefully read the thin booklet "Dan Shuzhen", but he learned the five or six kinds of the most crude symbols recorded in the book, and according to the book, the world's characters are "writing Danshu". Nine products, the five spirits of the five martial arts to write one or two "three Shangpin" Dan book, the five five-day writing four five five six three books Dan, the next five written 798 three three books, Chen Pingan although not practicing Shi, but relying on the "one breath" of the 18-year-old Jianqi operation, in one go, can also be written into some of the "Fan Dan Zhen Ji" on the entry symbol, the rank of the ranks and then the symbol, for the current Chen Ping, It is extravagant.

Li Xisheng once said that the character is the sword, which is also the original intention of Li Xisheng not to teach people to fish, but to teach people to fish.

However, Chen Pingan went all the way down, still hoped to concentrate on practicing boxing, and then only took time to write three kinds of symbols, shrinking characters, yang qi and light symbols, and the treasure tower town demon, each two or three, in case of any eventuality.

The indentation can make Chen Ping's retreat into the inch between the moments, and step out one can go anywhere within a radius of ten feet; the yang qi light symbol is a kind of landscape break, placed in a mass grave If the ancient ruins encounter the scene of ghosts hitting the wall again, they can follow the light-stiffs and get out of the obstacles. The treasures of the pagoda town are a kind of scorpion that has a greater killing power. When the paper is out, a magnificent pagoda can appear out of thin air. The demon will be temporarily detained, and the power of the thunder will be able to whip the soul.

All three belong to the "Tan Shuzheng", the most common category, the evaluation is not high, but only as a typical example of a genre, it was recorded.

The Taoist Zhang Shan had drunk the wine, and the amount of alcohol was not good. He thought that Chen Ping would help the vigil, and in order to save a return to Yang Dan, the body that had been hitting the gloomy rain was already exhausted, and he was dizzy. .

Chen Pingan was obsessed with the vigil, but he was familiar with it. He sipped his drink with a small mouth and sipped his mouth. After Zhang Shan was asleep, he turned his head and looked at the foot of the wall at the door.

Over there, there was an umbrella left behind.

This oil-paper umbrella was first propped up by Liu's scholars. After entering the house, it was the case of the surnamed Chu.

The umbrella rests quietly on the foot of the wall, the rain tip is facing the ground, and the handle is facing upwards.

Even if the oil paper umbrella is put on the ground, there is almost no water on the ground.

This is not reasonable.

Moreover, Chen Pingan noticed a chilly temper, which made people's backs cool.

So Chen Ping stood up, like drinking too much wine, his feet swaying and unstable, while walking and blaming: "Which umbrellas are put upside down, the hometown, dare to do this, is to be killed by the old man... ..."

On the other side of the corner, Chen Pingan also made a wine cellar and reached for the handle of the umbrella. The oil paper umbrella was turned upside down. It was only suddenly that a piece of scorpion slipped out of the sleeve, and Chen's eyes were stunned. The two-finger lightning caught the yellow paper. It was the treasure of the pagoda town. It was pressed on the handle of the umbrella. A colorful glass pagoda appeared in the air. Baoguang just covered the oil-paper umbrella, and the surface of the umbrella was twisted. The sound is loud, such as fat meat.

The glory of the hanging pagoda fainted and quickly disappeared.

Chen Pingyi did not do two, so that he did not learn his skills, the rank of the characters was too low, which led to the missed opportunity. He simply sacrificed the other two towns to the demon, and posted it on the paper umbrella. Above the umbrella surface, then there is no need to make a strong breath, Chen Pingqi of the martial arts three peaks circulates with his mind, and a fist suddenly bursts out, with a very short distance and explosive power, the endless squatting in three On the top of the Zhang Zhen demon, the boxing does not destroy the umbrella, but the turbulent fist is almost completely penetrated into the umbrella.

This is the three warriors of the ordinary Wufu, and the three realms that the old Cui surnamed, and the difference between the two.

After Chen Ping completed all this, he tightened Zhu Hong's swords in his hands and was ready to let the first and fifteenth out of the enemy.

However, after the umbrella trembled and shaken, the black smoke with a stench smell rose and gradually dissipated, and then it was completely silent.

Chen Pingan is a bit embarrassed, is this finished?

This is a quirky oil paper umbrella that is sure to hide the mystery, there is no point to kill?

For example, black smoke rolling, roaring and screaming, ran out of a horrible sinister femininity?

At the beginning of the mountain path, the wedding dress ghosts, Chen's memory is still fresh, and they are holding their noses everywhere. The blind person who is well versed in Leifa is not her opponent. If it is not the wind and snow temple, Wei Jinyijian breaks the boundary. I am full of swordsmanship, I am afraid that Chen Ping will be forced to make two swords at that time, there will be no chance to confront the young Cui Wei at the well.

Chen Pingan was on the ground, staring at the oil-paper umbrella. After drinking the wine, he did not forget to mention the umbrella and shake it a few times. The umbrella had a subtle sound of ash and dust.

Chen Pingan scratched his head there, drinking wine, and his heart felt a little empty. In the lonely bamboo and bamboo building, he used to die every day. Now he is like... drinking used spirits and drinking water?

However, Chen Pingan quietly comforted himself. Regardless of which book was associated with the paper-paper umbrella, it was hidden by the femininity after entering the house. This little weird inside the umbrella is definitely only a river crossing. Therefore, we must not take it lightly, so Chen Pingan stood up and sat at the table. By the light, he drove the snow-small cone from the square, and he began to draw a character, and the symbol is still the treasure of the pagoda town, but The paper is no longer yellow paper, but a red paper.

After painting a piece of paper, Chen Pingqi habitually picked up the wine gourd at hand, poured a large mouthful of wine on his head, and after a short break, he waited until the breath was stable and dared to write.

The rainy night, the wind and snow pen, the slightly wine-like Chen Ping, the pen is like a god.

On hand is a vermilion sword, and two demons in the raft.

Of course, there is also a bed, and the screams of Taoist Zhang Shan are accompanied.

The wind and the rain, occasionally being thundered by lightning and thunder, away from a small hill outside the ancient house, there is a middle-aged Taoist who holds the dust, looks dark, looks at the hand, a quaint bronze flower money, suddenly After the collapse, the middle-aged Dao's face was gloomy and endured, and it seemed to be casually lost. He said coldly: “A dog and a man who are not ghosts and ghosts, but also bear the stubborn resistance and increase the pain.”

Standing next to the middle-aged Taoist man stood a tall man with a thin shirt and a big eyebrow, letting the rain fall on the whole body, and in the eyelids, there was a golden glow flashing through it, and a fist-sized print box was hung around the waist. Seeing that the Taoist steals the chicken and does not erode the rice, and loses a member of the confidant, and is impatient, sneer: "If you still have to harden it, then after the event, it is not a five-fifth account!"

The Taoist people are not willing to entangle in this matter, and come over and ask: "Where is the sacred surgeon? Why do you just visit the old house tonight?"

The tall man sneered and laughed: "I heard that at the end of last year, the color-dressing country came to a foreign ranger. With a good knife and a few unsuccessful rural objects, it was a big name, and it was walking in this heavy rain. At the most, the gods in the exhibition show that there is a four-door Wufu. If it is elsewhere, it should be taboo. Now it is not worth mentioning in my land. When you and I clean up, you can take it. Cheng Yu, I will never stop, but the knife will return to me."

The middle-aged Taoist swayed, the whole body of the fog rose, and the robes soaked in the rain were instantly dry, and smiled: "That's so."

The tall man hesitated for a moment, still asked: "The back of the owner of the ancient house, has really lost power inside the gods?"

The middle-aged Taoist nodded and smiled: "The news of your mountain **** is too blocked."

The tall man has a sullen face and gnash his teeth. "It's not the blame of the appearance of the house. It's a smashing array of gods and secrets. It's a little bit of apocalypse. It's been a hundred years since I've been The golden body is gradually eroding, and now who is willing to treat me as a mountain god, mixed with the land lord is not as good as other places. This hatred does not report, it is difficult to solve my hate!"

The middle-aged Taoist nodded and said, comforting.

In fact, the mountain temple here, that is, the place where the man is golden, is not an obscenity that has not been sealed by the court of the country of color, plus the burial of the land, the suffocation of the sky, the tall man accepts the incense, and luckily becomes After the landscape gods, in order to practice, they did not hesitate to fish and speed up the process of defeating the mountains and rivers. The ancient house operated as a battle of the eye, only taking the yin of the yin, without losing the aura of the landscape, but maintaining the balance of the landscape, but These insiders are more unhelpful. The middle-aged Taoist who broke into the magic road and the mountain **** who did not take the right path, both sides know well, and no one is a good bird anyway.

The tall man suddenly asked in a stern manner: "I want to recapture all the sites. You are coveting the body of the female ghost. Once you are in control, you must be extravagant. Then the guy is trying to figure out something? Is it in this ancient house? And the rare magic weapon I didn't know?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled and said: "I can't figure it out. Let's go back and ask him?"

The tall man has a clear heart, "So good!"

The Taoist people look around, except for the mud, the white cliffs and the green trees, but he knows that this is also due to the female ghost's "leisure", the land can have this little spring.

That female ghost, whether it is a chance or a temperament, is rare. After the Taoist people come to this place, they are more and more determined to win.

The Taoist man looked at the old mansion and said: "This tree is full of business."

I didn't want to be obscenity, but I also read the book. I laughed: “The tree is still like this, how can people be.”

A monk is a god, smiling at each other.

The second house of the old house, the one side room has been dark, and the two scholars should have fallen asleep, but the room where the young and the young priests are recited, the lights are still on, waiting for the old man to ring the door and drink like a drink. The man has already smelled the smell of the wine, and he has been slamming the door. "Can there be alcohol? If it is, it is a change of wine, and you will not lose it!"

The old man did not stop, just said: "You arrange the room yourself."

Chen Pingan, don't make a good gourd, open the door and see a strange man with a rough face.

The big knives squinted at Chen Ping's peace and asked: "Little baby, listening to your walking and breathing, should also be the martial arts person? Is there any situation now?"

Chen Pingan laughed and said: "I have followed the elders to learn martial arts since childhood. This is the first time I walked along the rivers and lakes. I don't know the boundaries of the realm."

Looking back, Taoist Zhang Shan has been woken up, sitting on the bed and wearing shoes.

The big knives strode across the threshold and sat down on the chair. They said, "I don't know the boundaries of the realm? Is it from the backcountry? Why is this going out and traveling, what is the elegance of Baoguanzhou?" The land of the country of the small country can not learn this thing! Say, is your kid a ghost wearing a human skin?!"

The knife cutter pulled out the scabbard, and the knife was glaring, glaring at each other. He said: "The speed is reported to the name, and I am a person with a knife under the knife!"

Chen Pingan and Taoist Zhang Shan face each other.

Is it because the outside rain is heavy, so this buddy got into the water?

Ghostly?

Among the practicing qis, there are countless scattered repairs of the wild roads, and the origins are complicated. Even if the monsters are fine, although discrimination is inevitable, it is far from being suppressed. However, ghost repairs are exceptions. Once discovered, almost everyone When people say that they are sick and screaming, if they are old and sick, it is a natural circulation. Then the martyrdom of the martial arts is a long-term act. It is a crime against the sky. Then people die into the earth for peace, that is, humanity, and ghost repair is contrary to this principle. It belongs to everyone. The evil door of the shackles.

The sage is a living, and God is a death.

Ghost repair is just the exception. It is neither a life repair at the time of the world, nor a landscape **** who gave the golden body after the death.

Therefore, the dragons and tigers in the real way, the object of the Taoist sword, the object of the Taomu sword, the evil spirits of the four places, far more than the strange things hidden in the market.

The more vocabulary, the more the people come and go, the hub of business prosperity, the more there is no obvious distinction between righteousness and righteousness.

In fact, some large countries, especially those with deep-rooted dynasty in the mountains, even the common people, are used to being in the world with those strange charms.

According to legend, there are many small charms that help women wash their hair, apply rouge, and fold clothes. They have wings, fly and pluck, are extremely familiar, and live in the world, and love each other.

Chen Ping did not defend anything at all. He took off the wine gourd and silently drank the wine.

The big man smashed his throat and his throat was slightly moving. It was obviously the worm in the stomach. The momentum plummeted and his cheeks stretched out: "As long as I have invited me to drink, you are a ghost, and I have an eye." Close your eyes, as long as you are not hit by the scene on the spot, everything is easy to say."

Chen Pingan shook his head and did not give it.

The big knife sighed and sighed: "You kid, don't be honest, swearing, and bullying me is the kind of decent master!"

The Taoist Zhang Shan quickly sat down to help the round field, and chatted with the big man with Baoyingzhou Yayan.

The embroidered beauty in the old house is on the other side, and the men and women are cuddling together. The woman is wearing a **** dress, and the skirt is huge, without legs and embroidered shoes.

The two men whispered, and the man whispered softly: "May the lady's spring and cold clothes warm, I hope the lady will frown and stretch, and the wishing lady will push the window for the next time, the green moon and the green mountains..."

The woman with the ugly face is so embarrassed, sobbing up, like a sob, the skirt of the lower body is rolling like a spray.

The old man walked in the dark veranda, sighed quietly, and finally sat next to the gallery hanging the lanterns. Year after year, year after year, the old man touched his dry face. She had already forgotten how many years she had not seen the mirror. What?

She is so, I think it's true that a hundred years have passed without leaving the embroidered half-step lady.

The man chatted with the young Taoist, and suddenly he pressed the handle and never looked back at the joke. He solemnly said: "As the rumors of the nearby town, the demon comes from the backyard of the old house! The heavy demon Qi, the feng shui in this place, no wonder it will be exhausted, saying that it is not the old demon of the sixth world, two little babies, I will go to the demon, you two will see the machine is not good to withdraw, do not take it seriously, here Dangerous and unusual, it's not that you two can drown!"

The big knives thought for a moment, "It is not necessary to withdraw now, so as not to be stared at by the old house demon. If I lose, I will try to hold them down. When I listen to my news, don't hesitate when you run!" ”

Then the only big knives took a deep breath, pulled out the scabbard, and the knife smashed. I saw the man stretched out the dust in the brazier, grabbed a burning charcoal, held it in the palm of his hand, and then wiped the blade. Mars splashed, setting off the handle of the knife is more and more unparalleled.

Even if the odds are not high, the man is full of generosity at this time, can be described as heroic.

Chen Pingan handed over the jug and looked solemn, "strong man?"

Hanzi smiled and shook his head, holding a sword, and suddenly got up. "When you chat, you can drink a wine and solve it. In fact, killing the big demon, except for the magic guard, it is thousands of times faster than drinking!"

In the rainy night, the man took the knife and pushed the door away. He strode to the backyard, shook his wrist, and the knife light bloomed, illuminating the surroundings. The big knives looked up and looked far away. Lang said: "Xu Yuanxia is here, please enlighten me. !"

Taoist Zhang Shan picked up the mahogany sword that was listening to the demon bell, and said to Chen Pingan: "I will help him kill the demon! Chen Pingan, you are a pure Wufu, before you are in the four realms, it is not suitable for dealing with the big demon. You will stay here, if you really need it, I will call you out."

Chen Ping nodded and said: "Okay."

After the Taoist figure swept out of the house lightly, Chen Ping waited for a moment, did not choose to stay in the same place, wait and see, but walked out of the house, separated by a rain curtain, bare-handed, looking to the opposite wing, "I I know it is you."

The room where the lights have been off for a long time, slowly open a door, walked out of the surnamed Chu reading person, slender figure, holding the torch that was previously destroyed by heavy rain, smiling, and looking at Chen Pingan, the reader Pulling the corner of his mouth, raising his arm, the palm of his hand is rubbing at the top of the torch, instantly igniting the torch, and the tail end gently pokes on the column of the corridor, and the whole torch is nailed into it. "Your words are the least, but the smartest, of course. The ability is not small, it can remove the copper devils of the White Deer. Only the ghosts of the Three Realms, in the end, will be the same, and the young Lang Mo will be so complacent..."

Chen Pingan said nothing, and the thin figure disappeared in place without warning.

The reader was slightly wrong.

A figure on the occasion of the electric light and flint, passed the rain curtain between the wing, straight out, some of the big readers even can't come back to the gods, they were punched like a white boxing, and swiftly slammed on the head. The whole person collided and went out, even the door was pierced with the wall, and the scholar who fell into the outside of the hand-to-hand veranda, finally slammed into a thick column, and the vest of the vest suddenly cracked a small cobweb. The scholars are able to stop the retreat, vomiting blood, and the soul is shocked and full of horror.

Not only is the boxing method strong, it is horrifying, but the boxing and the boxing are in harmony with each other. It is really like a ghost whip in the hands of the immortals, a whip and a femininity, and natural restraint.

There was a loud noise.

This time it was a boxing neck.

Even the man with the colonnade collapsed backwards.

The reader was beaten by the two punches, which was called a **** and tearful, face-to-face, and the clothes were cracked. It was necessary to show the original shape, and no longer care about the layout.

Then he heard a weird saying, "The first day."

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